Jyn had always assumed she would die at the hands of the Empire, either from exhaustion at the labor camps or running her smart mouth. But this, here on Scarif, helping the Resistance…it was a scenario she'd never dreamed of.
Jyn closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Cassian. With all the years she'd spent on the run, she'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a friend. His embrace gave her reassurance, an attribute she hadn't felt in a long time.
She didn't want to die. Quite frankly, Jyn felt more alive the last few days than she had in a long time. But if her death meant the flame of hope could live on in the hearts of the Resistance, then she would welcome her end with open arms.
Of course, the Death Star was only the beginning. When the Empire's main weapon failed it would leave a gaping hole, giving the Rebels a chance to take the offense.
Jyn smiled as the intensity of the light in the distance grew. There would be no more orphans at the hands of the Empire, and families could once again dine together without fear of retaliation. This was all she ever wanted, and she was proud to be a part of helping this dream become a reality.
After twenty years of violence, it was comforting to know there was finally a chance for peace.